How It All Got Started

Her stomach did a weird flip flop as she slammed on the brakes. The big SUV's tires grabbed futilely at the pavement as the huge juggernaut went from thirty miles an hour to a dead stop in too short a distance. The bumper made a sickening thud as it impacted the old pickup stopped at the red light. Her auburn haired head snapped forward and back, and the folder containing the latest buyout proposal flew from her hand to scatter itself all over the floorboards. As Stacy Compton stared in dismay, wondering how long it would take to reorganize it all, the driver of the pickup appeared at her window.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"Oh my God!" She replied, "I am SO sorry! I was reading this report and I didn't even realize you were stopped there...." The truth rushed past her lips before she could even consider how it sounded.

"Reading a report? A report! AH Shit!' He exploded. "Women drivers! Not even paying attention!" He stalked forward to look at his mangled bumper. "I hope you have some good insurance, lady! This is gonna cost a fortune! This truck is a classic and parts are nearly impossible to find!"

"Insurance?" Her voice was small. Her mind raced as she remembered the final cancellation notice she had received only a day before. It seemed like some kind of nightmare conspiracy theory against her and her fledgling company. The bills got bigger and the income kept getting smaller. This final proposal was the last chance she had to keep her dream alive. After selling almost everything and having only her daughter left for employees, she knew it was all or nothing. Now this accident could throw her entire life and business down the drain.

"Yeah! Insurance! You know, that thing ALL drivers are supposed to have in case theysmash up someone else's car? Great! Just Great!" He seemed angry enough to straighten his bumper with his bare hands. "How do intend to pay for this damage?" he demanded.

She stared at him as she mentally calculated her total liquid assets. Approximately $37.00. Not counting the coins under her car seats. Her voice remained very small as she replied " I don't have any money. At least not right now! I have a very big business deal going and I will have plenty of money coming in very soon! I will pay for your truck, I promise!"

" Awww bullshit! You got no money? You think I'm gonna expect you to keep a promise? No way! Not without insurance of another sort." he growled.

"What do you mean? What sort of insurance? What do you want? My name and address? My work address?" She hastily scribbled her home address and number on the back of her business card and handed it to him. "This is my company, that is my cell number on the front."

He pocketed the card then replied, "I 've got somethng else in mind. I want a more PERSONAL sort of insurance. Something of value that I know you will want to buy back." His grin was turning slightly evil as he looked her up and down. Her business suit was rather conservative with a stylish white blouse, jacket and knee length skirt. She had always been proud of her smooth legs and never bothered with stockings or hose. Now, under his gaze, she felt goosebumps on her arms and legs. He continued in a lower voice, " As I see it, you have two choices. A) I call the cops and they tow your vehicle and ticket you for no insurance. or B) you perform a few little... favors... for me and we call it even until you get the money to pay for my truck. Of course option A will cost you for the repairs AND impound and towing and tickets..."

"Alright! I get your point! What sort of favors?" She was already seeing horrible pictures in her mind of having to undress and let him paw her body. She wondered just how far he would want to go, and just how far she was willing to let him go. Her stomach was flip flopping almost continuously as he smiled and stepped closer.

"Well now. Lets see.... I think a blowjob for starters." Her stomach crashed to it's lowest point. "And, since I like to enjoy a certain hobby of mine, I will be photographing it." She felt as though her stomach had just sank to her knees. "You get about ten seconds to decide yes or no, cause I am about to start dialling." He pulled out a cell phone and flipped it open, his finger poised over the glowing blue numbers.

"A.. a... bl..blowjob?" She stammered. Although she had been expecting something of a sexual nature, hearing the words so blatantly caused her to feel lightheaded. "And pictures?" Stacy's knees quivered, making her feel like she needed to sit down. "Here? Now?"

"Hey, you got that big ass 'station-wagon-on-steroids' there. We hop in the back seat, it's all over in ten minutes... Then when you get the cash, you get to buy the pics." His smile was deifinitly evil now, but with a bit of laughter in his eyes. He was enjoying tormenting her and fully expected her to simply tell him to call the cops. He pressed the buttons on the cell phone dialling a number. Then his eyes went wide with surprise when she shouted.

"Stop! I... I'll... do it. Just don't call the police." Visions of her company being sold from under her added a certain stiffness to her spine. "Lets just get it over with." She walked back to her SUV and got into the driver's seat and followed his pickup into a darkened parking lot. Her hands trembled as she shut it down and moved into the back seat, watching him walk back with a professional looking camera with a flash attached. He climbed in beside her and smiled as he fiddled with switches and buttons. "I just want it unstood, the only reason I am doing this is because I have no choice in the matter. I won't let my company go under without doing everything in my power to save it."

He grinned and said, "I don't give a damn about your company, but if it's worth that much to you then it must be really something." He snapped a picture of her full on, checking it on a little screen on the back, then making adjustments to teh camera. "Wanna make sure the exposure is right. Don't want to waste the opportunity." He snapped a couple shots, "Now take off the jacket."

"What?! You said a blow job!" Stacy surprised herself by being saying such a crude word.

"Hey! A blowjob is fine! But I want to enjoy your body as well. You don't have to fuck me, I just want you bareassed while you suck my pecker!" He seemed to trying to shock her with the foul language, but she had gone past shock. "Now take off your clothes nice and slow. I want the whole show."

She sighed and slipped off the jacket, then unbuttoned her blouse. She locked her thoughts on the future of her company as her white satin bra came into view. Stacy's large soft breasts filled it almost to overflowing. She blushed bright red in spite of her thoughts as he sucked in his breath and shot photo after photo of her. Her fingers shook as she unfastened her skirt and lifted her hips to slide it down. An appreciative whistle reminded her that her wardrobe was also limited by her financial situation. She had been forced to dig deep into her drawer to find a pair of panties that were both clean and not falling apart. As a result, she wore a piece of tiny white satin and lace that barely deserved the name "thong". It had seemed obscene this morning, but now took on a whole new definition. She flshed redder than ever and wisely kept her mouth shut. Her arms flexed in that almost magical female fashion to reach behind and unhook her lacy bra. Then she hesitated for amoment, holding the material in front of her ample chest. The camera kept flashing. She sighed once more and simply dropped her arms, looking away as her beautiful big breasts drooped just a little, the nipples hardening quickly from the sudden cool air. She was completely unaware that her pose was strikingly seductive. When he cleared his throat, she looked back and immediately noticed the pulsing bulge in his blue jeans. She carefully slipped her fingers into the thin strings of her panties and slid them over her wide hips, knowing he would take great delight in seeing the smooth, hairless junction of her thighs. The permanent hair removal had an indulgence she had never regretted until now. She wondered if he thought her to be slut because of it.

"Wow! Hairless and clean! I like that." He kept the camera clicking away, now aimed right down at her wiast and below. "Spread those legs Honey. Lets see that hairless pie!" He chuckled at his own joke as she turned sideways on the seat and spread her legs. She stayed that way for amoment or two, then he reached out and grabbed a handful of her deep red hair and pulled her face down to his crotch. "Alright Sweetheart! Pull it out and start earning your freedom!" The camera flashed again and again as she opened his jeans and discovered he wore nothing under them. She wrapped her fingers around his thickening shaft and pulled him loose, then took a deep breath and crossed the line. Her soft lips slid over the head of his cock and her tongue began flicking instantly at the tip. She was no stranger to giving oral sex, having dated a young man in college who seemed to prefer it. She had thought of it as a simple way of not having to go all the way. Now, she concentrated on causing this man to reach his climax as quickly as possible. Wet lips and a dancing tongue, coupled with a soft suction almost caused him to forget his camera, but no such luck. He brushed her hair back and pushed her face to the side to get images of his stiff rod sliding in and out of her rosy red lips. At one point he even pulled her off his dick and took shots of it lying against her cheek, dribbling precum and her saliva from nose to ear. Then he worked himself deep into her throat, blocking her breathing for a few moments. His hands began roaming her luscious body, slipping down to cup and tickle her tits. Pinching and pullng on her nipples, sliding down her back to flicker against her ass then sliding through the dampness that had begun to form in her pussy.

She almost sat up in shock! She was actually getting wet! She could feel her juices now as they began dribbling from her core and cooling on her hairless nether lips. A wet slurping sound made her lift her eyes to see him licking her dew from his fingers. "Ummmm. You got some sweet necter there Lady." She blushed and sucked furiously, trying to finish him off. But his fingers once more found her wet, dripping center and pressed deep inside causing her to moan softly. He plunged them in and out then changed his target. Wiping her own juices on her crinkled roasebud, he popped a fingertip into her most private place. She jumped and tried to twist away, but he had a firm hold on her hair and began pumping hard at her mouth, face fucking her. Seconds later the invading digit popped out again and her head was yanked up by her hair. One hand on the camera and the other on his cock, he gave it two good strokes and let the camera flahs continuously as thick, white ropes of cum shot from his pecker and splashed onto her cheeks and nose. Blobs of it landed in her hair, as she sat in shock, dazed by the flashing camera. Cum dripped onto her breasts and belly, and trickled onto her lips. Without thinking, Stacy licked the salty fluid from her lips and swallowed it.

Then he was done. He fastened his pants and said, "I'll be in touch about the money."

"Wait!" She cried. His seed glistened on her naked body as she tried to find words to explain what had just happened. Lamely she asked, "How will you know when I have the money?"

He thought for a moment and replied, "Well, I guess I will just have to check in now and again won't I? Of course if you want some more 'insurance', well....." He grinned and reached in and grabbed her clothes. He looked through the pile for a second, then ripped the skirt's slit nearly to the waist. Next he tore half the buttons from her blouse and tossed her just those two items back. "It will look better on you that way." He chuckled and walked away. Stacy found a couple napkins in her glove box and cleaned his slime from her body before dressing in the altered clothing. Her final thought before driving home was, "That contract with Old Man Wilson had better be worth all this....."

To be continued...............